Felicity and Laurel 03
Felicity walked down the stairs to the lair, rolling her head as she did, trying to work some kinks out of her neck. Between meetings, conference calls and dealing with all the things needed to try and salvage Queen Consolidated after Isabel and Moira's best efforts over the last year, she was stiff and tired.
As she walked down the stairs she saw the lights were on, not a surprise as she knew Laurel had beaten her in, she'd set it up so she got a message on her tablet every time the door was accessed while she wasn't there, each member of the team had to input their own code and get their thumbprint scanned to get in. As she saw it, it wasn't really paranoia if 'they' really were out to get you.
As she reached the ground she looked round, expecting to see the other woman at her desk, or maybe in workout clothes using some of the gym equipment their new and improved lair now boasted. Instead the lawyer was there, still in her tightly tailored corporate suit, standing in front of one of the glass cases containing the team's uniforms; Oliver's green leather "Arrow' costume, Roy's similar 'Red Archer' costume and the team's newest addition, Dig's urban camouflaged Lycra, Kevlar and leather suit,
Felicity had decided that given how often Dig went out in the field she'd feel a lot safer with him wearing something other than his street clothes, especially if he had to do a hot extraction under fire, something that had happened a little too often for her liking.
Laurel wasn't looking at those costumes though, instead standing in front of the fourth glass case, staring at Sara's Canary costume, the black leathers and metallic Bo Staff untouched since not long after Sara had left with Nyssa. Laurel had asked that the costume be stored safely and Felicity had arranged for another case to be delivered, she'd watched Laurel hang the jacket in there herself when it had arrived.
Carefully putting her bag down on her desk she walked over towards the other woman, seeing her head turn slightly towards her, acknowledging Felicity's presence.
"Hi" Felicity smiled softly, hearing the barely suppressed emotion in Laurel's voice.
"Hey, you ok?" Laurel turned to look at Felicity; her face showing how tired the other woman was, tired, stressed, worn down even. Felicity knew that since Laurel had taken on the Assistant District Attorney's role she'd been working hard, to put offenders behind bars and pushing to have Iron Heights turned into a prison in more than name, rather than the revolving door hotel it had been in recent times.
None of which was easy or making her too many friends. All that on top of the hours she was putting in here in the lair at nights; Felicity was starting to become concerned for the other woman, they weren't really best friends, they were slowly working on being friends but it was nice having another woman here. Part of that meant looking out for each other.
Laurel however turned her head back to look at Sara's costume.
"I just wonder if I'll ever be good enough to wear it, to do her justice" Felicity tilted her head to regard the costume.
"I don't know; they're pretty big shoes to fill" As Laurel turned to her with an eyebrow lifting in question Felicity, realised how that sounded and hastened to explain. "It's not that you're not capable, I mean I know you're working out and sparring and training and stuff, it's just Sara had the whole island survival thing happening" Felicity shrugged as Laurel nodded, giving her the chance to press on.
"I don't know much about what happened there, but it must have been bad, to survive the Queen's Gambit sinking, then captivity, escaping onto Purgatory, then the whole Slade thing, then being lost again. Just surviving that made her a different person, harder, tougher" Felicity looked back at the costume, seeing the lights reflected from the studs on the shoulders of the jacket and the telescopic Bo Staff.
"Followed by god knows what else after she fell in with the League of Assassins, not that I've gone looking, I mean I don't care what she did with them, it doesn't take away from the fact she was a hero here" She stopped, turning a soft smile on Laurel. "I suppose I'm saying it's a hell of a resume"
Laurel nodded once and turned back to the cabinet, her fingers reaching out, lightly touching the glass over the front of the jacket as she whispered.
"Hell of a resume"